After days away, you finally returned home. The airport buzzed with the usual chaos—rushed footsteps, echoing announcements, the hum of arriving flights. you clutched your phone to your ear, trying to wrap up a call as you navigated through the crowd.

Just as you turned the corner, everything happened at once. you collided into someone--hard, your phone slipped from your hand and hit the floor, shattering into silence.

You gasped, already muttering an apology, but then you looked up… and froze.

The man you had run into wasn’t just anyone. He was tall, sharply dressed in a tailored black suit, and surrounded by a small entourage of suited men and security guards. The air around him was heavy with power and presence.

Dominic Martinho.

The name alone sent murmurs through crowds. CEO of Martinho Industries. The most sought-after business mind of our time. Ruthless. Brilliant. Untouchable. It was said he had never married, never fallen in love—devoted solely to building his empire, unmoved by anything outside the boardroom.

And now… You had just broken your phone on his shoes.